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About Fukuoka

Now, here’s a weird tidbit—didja know some pros in Vegas use burner phones? Like spies! Blows my mind. Imagine Eve, all classy, flippin’ a Nokia to score some blood. Ha! Surprised me when I heard it from a cabbie friend. He’s like, “Kerm, they’re ghosts, man!” Ghostly gals, slippin’ through the night—sounds poetic, don’t it?

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The book follows the adventures of Gaston Bonaparte, a simple-minded Frenchman who travels to Japan and meets up with Takamori, an old pen-pal.

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing under a tree, trying to stay dry, but it’s not working. I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. “Only in Takamori,” I think.

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